Epilogues: November 2020
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.
Let the gratuitous cat photos commence
This lemony year has taken many things from us, while simultaneously hoarding all the sugar and Splenda so as to prevent us from making lemonade. But what do Tabby’s Place kittens do with lemons? They throw them out the window and make some righteous tuna salad.
Everything
This fall, we had a kitten named “Everything.” I’m inclined to think that’s the best name we’ve ever given, and not just because it explains his siblings, “Cinnamon Raisin” and “Garlic.”
You’re allowed
We live in an opinion-rich reality. Maybe it’s the internet; maybe it’s the little rectangular megaphones we all carry in our pockets; maybe it’s just human nature. Whatever the cause, we’ve gotten catlike in our arrogance. Trouble is, it looks much better on them than on us.
Ahead of ourselves
There’s a reason we can’t see 10 years or 10 weeks or 10 minutes into the future. There’s a reason we can’t extend our legs 50 feet, all telescopic and stretchy, to “make time.” But we’re unreasonable beasts who still think we can get ahead of ourselves.
Is it safe?
I am writing this blog a day after Dorothy Day‘s birthday, and I’m wondering something she wouldn’t want me to wonder. Is it safe to hope?
Boys in the band
Secret: I am incapable of cleaning the house without the assistance of boy bands, ranging from One Direction to The Grateful Dead. Not so secret: there are days when cleaning the house is exactly the soul-balm we need, and days when cleaning the house would be nearly a sin.
Epilogues: October 2020
What shall we say of you, October 2020? How would you like to be remembered?
Today and all days
Today is a day. But no matter what they tell you, today is not “the” day that defines all days.